I have never met anyone
who has re-written loneliness
or has found a way to remedy
what hundreds of self-help books have missed
those inside voices lack depth for echoes
since agony flows muted in the bloodstream
streets of solitude
silently calls your name
after the clubs have let out at 3:00 am,
perfect time to hear the city speak
marquee lights bounce and dance as children
slicing and jump roping
chasing a naked sun
spectrum morning,
the grace of God
can be found in synthetic forms too-
mirror skyline undressing the moon
layered beauty is much harder to see
there’s a simple truth in all this,
you come to the realization
some moments are best felt alone.

– Rafael Andrade Garza © March 12, 2008